The jingle jangle of bells rang in Sakraz’s ears. He looked up from his coffee watching the Miza, whose bark was worse than her bite and Typhin the dark and spooky guy she somehow liked. They were throwing fistfuls of snow at each other laughing at the other right before they ended up with more snow in their faces.

Sakraz sighed and got up to get more coffee he was going to need it if he planned to stay up longer. All the goodie-goodies were prancing about celebrating the holidays. Even the Weyrleader Sargon had lost his head in a few too many holiday beers and was getting a little out of hand. Sargon had a way of keeping his head strait even through dragon flights. How he dealt with those emotions no one quite knew. It took a lot of beer to make him this loopy.

Sakraz glanced casually out the window sipping more coffee. “Sakraz! My man! What’s going on with you?” Sargon asked walking over to him and sitting down. A group of his admirers giggled. He was wearing a little holiday hat, which made his black hair look awkward.

“Oh nothing. Sarg, I think you’ve had a few too many...” Sakraz said almost laughing at the Weyrleader’s apperance.

“Yeah... just a few...” He poured some coffee into a cup and took the goofy looking hat off. “Hey you know, I can trust you. I was thinking we need more riders at Azon and you being the holiday happy kid u are should impress” He grinned evilly.

“First of all Sargon, I’m not a kid. Second, I hate these holidays and you know it. Third Kat is about to slaughter you for flirting with those girls. Fourth I don’t like dragons.” He drained his coffee mug.

Sargon put on an innocent face. “You don’t like my Bolton?” He sniffed. “Ok...but I don’t think Kat will be too angry...”

“I like Bolton he’s about the only one I like, besides Ryder’s. Man, I wish I had a dragon like Ryder’s Waiterth. Man that is one tight dragon.”

Sargon grinned evilly. “Bwhahaha...” He looked up at Sakraz. “Inness has more dragons like Waiterth. At Utopian, Mal’s dragon is flying there soon and Hawk has flown there. It is a very good place.”

“You think they’d except me?” Sakraz asked looking down on his not-so-perfect apperance. His rag-tag outfit was ok, for everyday, but he didn’t like the idea of candidate robes. He smoothed a hand over his furry mane and sighed. “Sargon...I’m a half tiger. Cathair Utopian is in Danach. I don’t think they know what tigers are.”

“Yes they do...I guess. They could have some of my tigers. I think I’ve sent some to Danach.” He smiled a little less evilly. “They’d take you. Your nice under all that fur.”

Sakraz grinned. “So Weyrleader what ranking would I be if I impressed?”

“I don’t know, oh one with so much fur. It depends on the dragon.” Sargon said punching Sakraz in the arm and avoiding the punch aimed at his head.
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Stats
Age: 24
Name: Sakraz
Gender: Male
Weyr rank: Journey man of Azon Weyr
Dragon:???
Personality: Quite yet tough, Sakraz likes to be left alone most of the time. Has always wanted a companion so he wouldn’t be alone. He loves to travel and this is why he is journey man.
Looks: Tall and thin, with green eyes and red black hair. Legs and tail are like a tiger.

Sakraz is standing at Cathair Utopian. Sakraz is a candidate for Azon Weyr
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Sakraz spent a long time at Cathair Utopian, he was begging to grow bored with it. Everyone was nice but the Cathairess was very moody, very moody. She was pregent and due anytime...
Sakraz noticed that there where a lot of feline-like candidates though this was supposed to be a holiday clutch. Finally when some commotion had started Sakraz sat acting as bored as possible and watching the dragons... very odd dragons bond one by one.
He had just watched a thieving dragon bond to a thieving type guy. A little dark red and light orange dragon. Sakraz sighed it looked as if he wasn't going to bond.
Is it true? Sakraz looked around him wondering where the voice had come from. Is it true that you don't like holidays? And dragons?He looked down at his striped feet and saw a tiny purple sliver dragon looking up at him mournfully.
"I guess I didn't mean what I said!" Sakraz said bewildered the cute little purple sliver had chosen him out of all the candidates that remained. The half-tiger smiled showing rows of fangs. "You've proved me wrong Feutreeth.."
He picked the little purple sliver new-years dragon up and walked over to get her some food. She scarfed it down eagerly watching the tiger with her big multicolored eyes. She smiled at the still in shock Sakraz and walked behind him batting his long striped tail with her paws. She looked to be from Quinith's nest, being a sliver and all, but how did she get purple in her?
I don't know... Feutreeth mumbled into Sakraz's head with her sweet soft voice. My daddy doesn’t know either and maybe it was because I'm supposed to be a new year-esy type of dragon. she still batted at Sakraz's tail and he tire don't to wince when she accidentally clawed him.
Sakraz smiled. "Did I tell you that purple was my favorite color?" He purred turning to face her and stoking her back lovingly.
I love you too Sakraz. We will make a great team, and I don't think Sargon has ever had a purple flying in his ranks... the pruple sliver hummed her eyes swirling to the exact shade of her body.

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Feutreeth had grown up into a beautiful dragon. Her hide stayed the same purpley sliver shade and her gorgeous rainbow eyes looked bright and intelligent as if she knew what you where thinking. She was very wise for a dragon, though young she was, and she couldn't have loved Sakraz anymore. They where inseperable the two of them going everywhere together. Sakraz even refused to go into bars or such places for long times because he had to leave her outside. They where quite a pair, a half tiger and a new years dragon, what fun for Sargon...
"she's due to rise soon Sakraz..." Sargon mumbled biting his lip. "She's an adult now and you can't deny it..." He gestured to the purple sliver Feutreeth who was busily flirting with Miza's blue Hawk, who was old enough to have sired her. In fact, he possibly could have, he flew in that frenzy.
"no! no way my little girl is going to be flown a big brute like Hawk!" Sakraz argued throwing up his arms and pacing back and forth. "she's so little!" he muttered under his breath glaring at Sargon.
"Hawk's not a big brute..." Miza objected prodding Sakraz in the back with her finger. "He's just older than your pretty little purple. You know that he's a ladies man! A cokcy little ladies man!" Miza hissed at Hawk. "Hey dork!" she yelled watching the blue turn around and walk back up to her.
Yes your highness? Hawk said sarcastically in his comical voice so all could here. He bowed his head down to add to the affect.
"Stop flirting with Feutreeth..." Miza spat patting him on the shoulder. "and drop the cornball act will you? You'll being flying soon anyway once Xenoyth is ready..." Miza glanced over at Typhin's perfect little night green.
Sakraz wiped his forehead with his sleeve. "so she won't be flying?" Sargon shook his head but Miza smiled up at him with a twisted look of evil power.
"Oh she'll be flying as soon as possible. Just wait until Isemoth hatches and then she'll be flying..." Sargon opened his mouth to say something but decided not to. "Don't worry Sargey...Bolton can fly the green queen later we have a very over due purple to worry about..."
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Feutreeth pranced over to Sakraz who was busying himself with paperwork looking for a place for her to fly. So your actually going to let me fly? she asked plopping down next to him on the cold wooden floor of one of the offices in the Sanrix known as Azon.
"Well, you need to right?" He said scratching his head as he came across a particularly interesting Weyr.
right
"Then why would I have a problem with that?"
Because...
"Because why?"
Because i'm supposed to be your little girl and your supposed to protect me form those big mean dopes they call males! Feutreeth whined flicking her tail around and looking all pouty.She sat down and flicked out her wings in an irritated sort of manner. Sakraz sighed it was time, he could only delay this for so long. And Fuetreeth was defienatly ready her purple sliver coat seemed to glow from the inside out.
"Are you positive my love? And where would they accept us? Sargon's got three flights lined up, I'm sure the Cathair is busy and who would take a male riding a female? Especially a half tiger?" Skraz pointed out looking down at his orange and black striped legs.
Fuetreeth grinned dragon-like. I have had that planned for quite sometime. Ryslen! They have taken quite a few oddities over the years. I'm sure they won't mind you and me, I hear Tiyanni has a thing for tigers..Her light creamy voice giggled into Sakraz's head.
He went bright red. "Well she won't have anything to do with your flight, she has her own dragon! That big gold...and well I really don't want to be stuck with a whole bunch of male riders, I'm not gay."
Fuetreeth cackled. I'm sure you could ask for cross gender impressions only. It's happened before you know. Baeris had a whole frenzy with x-gens. But I would prefer no other bond over you my pretty tiger-boy. Now hop on I want to check this place out!
Sakraz smiled. "Let's just hope that some of the riders don't mind a little fur." He laughed. "Ok maybe a lot of fur..." He looked down at his striped arms and slightly striped neck, heck even his hair was striped. He was tiger from the waist down and had to cut wholes in his pants for his tail. He grinned it wasn't so bad though, no one messed with tigers, especially pernese people for they had no clue what a tiger was...
~*Fuetreeth is Flying at Ryslen Weyr*~